He grunts a begrudging affirmative. Yes, it is easier to do this when he knows she won't attack him, not with her hands or a weapon at least. If she kicks him, that's fine, he supposes.
He looks at her torso, now littered with bite marks. He has no knife to cut her with; she and Jeritza must have confiscated that. Irritating. He instead scratches her hard, down the center of her midsection, and then grabs her hips, digging his nails in hard as he yanks them forward to grind against his own.
Nina grit her teeth, hissing out her pain as his nails raked hard against her skin. Superior to being cut open and far more bearable. And a nice contrast to the heat burning in her core as she ground herself into him.
Her hiss and the raised marks that immediately appear are both arousing. Her torso is splayed open, her arms no doubt uncomfortably twisted behind her head. He grinds into her hard as he leans forward to sink another bite into her shoulder. The relieving pressure makes him exhale a soft groan against her skin. This is no torture, no murder, there isn't any blood, but it's enough to get him worked up. It's enough to make him want to let off the steam in a different way. He fumbles to unbuckle his belt and open his pants, pulling out his cock to rub it directly against her slick folds. The sensation pulls another sound out of him.
The only downfall to having her hands tied up (besides the ache in her shoulders), was that she couldn't touch herself, knowing full well the Death Knight wouldn't care about getting her off. Whatever. She would just do it later — or be ballsy and ask Jeritza to.
Nina sighed and rocked her hips, grinding into his cock with a needy little noise.
Something about her sexual whimpering does have its appeal. How pathetic and desperate it is reminds him of those who would plead with him for their lives or to make the pain end.
He wishes he had some of her blood for lube, but it's just as well that it hurts her going in somewhat dry. He spits on his hand and strokes himself a few times, then lines up to insert himself. Then he pauses, remembering that he's supposed to ask her. It seems like a given, since she mentioned wanting it earlier, but...
Nina was already lifting her hips, likely more wet than he would have liked her to be. The question was... surprising. At this point she figured he would just do whatever since she had given him permission earlier.
"Yes." She breathed. "I'll be more pissed if you don't fuck me at this point."
Strange girl. He raises a brow, but strokes a couple more times and inserts himself, fairly slowly this time, not shoving in quite so hard. He exhales audibly at the sensation, pressure and heat and wet folds slipping around him.
It isn't long after he's in and pushed to the hilt that he begins to thrust into her, pounding hard and fast, holding onto her hips as he does.
Between the firm grip he had on her hips and the bindings around her wrists, Nina could not offer much save the low moans of pleasure that rippled through her. The scratches and bites he had left on her ached, but seemed dull in comparison to the fullness of his cock inside her. Nina hooked a leg around his hip, heel digging into his ass.
He leans over her and reaches behind her head, grasping a handful of her hair close to the root and pulling on it. He gets very close to her face and watches it intensely, noticing even the smallest signs of pain as he grips tighter on her hair and digs his nails again into her hip. All the while, he's fucking her at a steady pace. He pulls her lower lip between his teeth, biting down enough to make it bleed slightly into his mouth, the taste of blood making him growl and thrust harder.
Nina grimaced, hissing out her pain as a few strands of hair were pulled from her scalp. Wood creaked when her wrists pulled against it, reflex making her want to smack him away when he bit her. Instead Nina just dug her heel in harder, whining when she caught the taste of blood on her tongue. Asshole. At least the dick was still good.
Her signs of pain are nice, pushing him along toward climax, but he still can't help but imagine her cut up in all sorts of gruesome ways, bleeding. He closes his eyes as the gory images flash through his mind at an increasingly rapid pace. Finally, he hits his climax with a moan, hips harshly thrusting into her until they stutter to a stop.
Death Knight catches his breath, then looks at her, shivering, wanting. He doesn't have much empathy, but he can smell desperation when it's present, from experience. He stares down at her.
He pulls out of her and does up his pants, then swiftly unties the rope. Then he turns away, walking off a few paces, disgust rising in himself. What is he, becoming goddamn domesticated? How humiliating.
This situation has become too uncomfortable for him anyway, so he allows himself to become distant, head filling with static as he switches.
Nina sighed in relief as her arms dropped, rubbing at her wrists to soothe the ache in them. Whatever crisis the death knight was going through was not her problem.
She hurriedly pulled her shorts up, still painfully aroused but unwilling to let Jeritza see her in a potentially horrifying position.
Jeritza sways in place as he comes to, blinking groggily. Before him is the doorway to the kitchen. He looks down at himself; there are wounds that still hurt, but they appear to be cleaned up and partially healed. Then he looks around, his gaze quickly catching on Nina sitting shirtless on the counter. He approaches her. She has bite and scratch marks on her, but there isn't any blood.
Always uncomfortable, having to explain herself after a switch. Nina tugged her shirt back on and nodded, the trembling of her legs still obvious as she sat on the counter.
"Yeah." She said, reaching for him, hands on his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. "We, uh. We talked. He was being pretty reasonable, for once." A beat. "Then we fucked. So..."
They had sex. He had told her it would be okay if they did, but he can't help but feel a little strange about it. It does feel like she just had sex with someone else, and while Jeritza isn't a particularly jealous person... It's still a little jarring.
She frowned. "Was that not okay? I know it wasn't exactly in the plan, but it kept him occupied and he didn't do anything crazy." And while he had said he was fine with it before — maybe he wasn't now.
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Date: 2024-08-10 06:48 pm (UTC)He looks at her torso, now littered with bite marks. He has no knife to cut her with; she and Jeritza must have confiscated that. Irritating. He instead scratches her hard, down the center of her midsection, and then grabs her hips, digging his nails in hard as he yanks them forward to grind against his own.
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Date: 2024-08-12 01:37 pm (UTC)Nina sighed and rocked her hips, grinding into his cock with a needy little noise.
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Date: 2024-08-12 08:26 pm (UTC)He wishes he had some of her blood for lube, but it's just as well that it hurts her going in somewhat dry. He spits on his hand and strokes himself a few times, then lines up to insert himself. Then he pauses, remembering that he's supposed to ask her. It seems like a given, since she mentioned wanting it earlier, but...
"Is this... Acceptable to you?"
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Date: 2024-08-12 08:50 pm (UTC)"Yes." She breathed. "I'll be more pissed if you don't fuck me at this point."
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Date: 2024-08-12 10:41 pm (UTC)It isn't long after he's in and pushed to the hilt that he begins to thrust into her, pounding hard and fast, holding onto her hips as he does.
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Date: 2024-08-14 02:31 am (UTC)As expected, she was on the brink of her own release and left sorely wanting. At least she had prepared for it mentally. "Gods..."
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:24 am (UTC)"You want more."
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:26 am (UTC)"I didn't come." She huffed. "But I figured you didn't give a shit about that."
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:34 am (UTC)Nice one, bruv.
"But... A favor for a favor seems fair. Unless you'd prefer Jeritza to do it."
He got off, and she allowed him to hurt her and tie her up, so... He could return it if she needed him to. Though he would prefer if Jeritza did it.
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:36 am (UTC)"Jeritza can do it." Or she would just do it herself. She pointedly tugged on her bindings. "Untie me."
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Date: 2024-08-14 04:27 am (UTC)"Give me a fucking moment."
He pulls out of her and does up his pants, then swiftly unties the rope. Then he turns away, walking off a few paces, disgust rising in himself. What is he, becoming goddamn domesticated? How humiliating.
This situation has become too uncomfortable for him anyway, so he allows himself to become distant, head filling with static as he switches.
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Date: 2024-08-14 04:36 am (UTC)She hurriedly pulled her shorts up, still painfully aroused but unwilling to let Jeritza see her in a potentially horrifying position.
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:28 pm (UTC)"Are you okay?" He asks, as per usual.
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:53 pm (UTC)"Yeah." She said, reaching for him, hands on his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. "We, uh. We talked. He was being pretty reasonable, for once." A beat. "Then we fucked. So..."
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Date: 2024-08-14 06:49 pm (UTC)"Hm... I see."
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Date: 2024-08-14 06:59 pm (UTC)"It is fine... I feel a bit strange, but I'm sure it is nothing..."
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Date: 2024-08-14 07:10 pm (UTC)"It is not that..."
He tries to search for words to explain himself, but he isn't completely sure of his own feelings.
"It feels like... You have a relationship with someone else... That I do not know the details of..."
Were the roles reversed, she would be jealous, wouldn't she?
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